“We sent our warmest revolutionary greetings to Dave Solidarity while he finished the last day of his prison sentence (July 19, 2010) for a parole violation stemming from his capture after a 2006 arson attack on a Army recruitment center. As a welcome home gift, we ravaged some of the tasteless, gaudy condos in the neighborhood where he normally lives, works, and struggles. In solidarity with Dave, against the on-going gentrification process, and driven by a general sense of aesthetic responsibility, we took it upon ourselves to burst a few of those glass encrusted blemishes infesting Brooklyn like an unsightly rash, so that once he returns home, he could enjoy the discriminating attention to detail that went into our exterior decorating project; urban renewal at its finest.

“The lowest circles of hell are reserved for those who desert their comrades.”
-The Black Liberation Army

In this miserable world, structured completely by exploitation and domination, all relationships from the intimate to the professional, bear the immanent mark of oppression, and subsequently, each connection between individuals is crafted solely for the furtherance of personal interest and shameless self-promotion. Hypocrisy, betrayal, and deceit are the predominant values upheld by this class-divided society and unfortunately penetrate each and every fragile bond tying submissive beings together. It is a fantastic ideological dream to believe the radical milieu is exempt from the prevailing moral order of the day, especially considering how the useless sub-culture is, almost entirely, propagated by snitches, megalomaniacs, and sycophants; a disgusting race of sub-human animals. Whether squeaking rats led by vanity or docile sheep controlled by crowd psychology, the milieu is a den of parasites living off the most petite-bourgeoisie forms of gossip. We despise each species equally and the lack of revolutionary solidarity extended from the scene only increases our disdain for its four-legged creatures. Holding back for a month, anticipating an expression of solidarity from Dave’s supposed “comrades,” we could no longer wait for their cue.

Revolutionary solidarity, as a lived and demonstrative concept, is the double movement against spectacular society, which simultaneously, solidifies a cohesion uniting comrades in struggle. It positions itself beyond the fragile and temporary alliances and like alloyed metals conjoined and hardened to then be molded into the serrated edge of a blade, solidarity is the combined, deadly weapon we press against the perspiring throat of the existent. Dave separated himself from the vapid milieu, by placing himself above its dismal ethos, and attacked an Army recruitment center alone, without the approval of the self-appointed radical clergy. His courage and confidence in the face of inhuman repression fills us with the strength and energy to both single out and, most importantly, punish the enemy wherever they may slither: in their mansions, boardrooms, or precincts.

For these reasons, we displayed our revolutionary solidarity to Dave by attacking the Brooklyn parole office, where, after leaving federal prison, he was forced to regularly report to then be repeatedly degraded by the slime working in the – now tarnished – building. And after we finished our own dirty work, we left “Destroy Prisons” spray-painted on the building’s door and “we can’t stop, won’t stop” our job until all jails are totally destroyed.

“His liberty is full of threats to all;
To you yourself, to us, to everyone.”

- Claudius in Shakespeare’s Hamlet

To the State and its mindless servants, please do not concentrate solely on the malice in our voice, as we will only relay this once: if you dare lay one more finger on Dave, we will not hesitate to saw your worthless appendage clean off. The parole office we attacked; consider it a warning and the NYPD mural we defaced; consider it a message of caution. Let it be known: if any of our comrades are even issued a parking ticket, then you will have made the decision for us. In other words, you yourself will open the door, and we will nonetheless proceed to rip it off the hinges, by inaugurating a new, persistent and diffused urban strategy of sabotage guided by the unlimited vision and experiential knowledge to successfully clog, interrupt, and dislodge the conduits and the blood-slicked arteries of the metropolis. We said it before, and you can be sure, we are still keeping count: